Page 89 of Shot For Mercy

Shaking my head, I get off him and go to the bathroom, wetting a rag with warm water and coming back to clean him up. Just as I finish, there’s a knock at the door, and we both jump.

“What the fuck…” I curse, opening the door slightly and peeking my head out.

“Are you fuckers finally done?” Alessandro snaps, clearly annoyed, and I roll my eyes.

“How long have you been here?” I ask him.

“Long enough,” he says through gritted teeth. “Now get dressed. We have matters to discuss.”

I can’t imagine what we would possibly need to discuss on a Friday night at ten, but he’s either annoyed, or really believes it’s urgent. I nod and close the door, grabbing my sweatpants and a t-shirt, and get dressed quickly. Cole is still on the bed, his cock resting against his thigh. He looks worn out and peaceful, and I lean down to kiss him.

“Go to sleep, baby,” I whisper, kissing his pierced nose. “I’ll be right back.”

“Fine,” he groans. “But hurry up. I need my cuddles.”

I chuckle. “I’ll hurry.”

With that, I turn off the light and head out of the room, closing the door behind me. My brothers are all sitting on my couch, everyone except for Alex, who’s pacing my living room. I can tell something is wrong. I just can’t imagine what it is.

“What’s going on?” I ask slowly, carefully.

As soon as those words are out of my mouth, Alessandro is turning toward me with narrowed eyes. He huffs like a bull, and I raise an eyebrow at him. But he just turns around and begins to pace once more. I turn to the rest of my brothers, but they just shake their heads at me.

“What—” I begin, but I’m interrupted.

“If you ask me that one more time, I’ll kill you,” Alessandro snaps and I snort. I want to dare him, to come up with some witty retort, but I swallow it down. This seems serious for him. “Or him.”

I frown. “Who’s him?”

“Nikolay Petrov,” Alessandro growls, as if it should be obvious to me. “I want to murder him in cold blood and throw him in the river.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “You don’t even know him.”

“Oh, I’ve met him,” Alessandro says through gritted teeth. “I want out.”

“Out?” I laugh. “You know that’s not possible. Youwillbe marrying him.”

“No fucking way.” He shakes his head vehemently.

“And why the fuck not?” I snap, not sure if I’m curious or annoyed. Probably a bit of both. He knows he can’t get out of this, and yet here he is, interrupting my Friday night with Cole. I pretty much fucked him to sleep, and I should be by his side right about now. “Hurry up, I want to go to bed.”

“Can you stop thinking about dick for just one minute?” Alex snaps. “This is important.”

I take a deep breath and nod. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s too happy for me,” Alex begins, and at this, we all laugh. “Fuck all of you—it’s true. He’s like a ball of fucking sunshine.”

“And he’s a twink,” Giovanni supplies. “A really hot one at that.”

“A twink?” I ask, and he grins. Though Alessandro’s frown just deepens. “What?”

“I’ll show you a picture.” Gio waggles his brows. “I think Cole will really like him.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Like, platonically?”

“Obviously.” Giovanni rolls his eyes. “Cole is a total bottom, and so is Nikolay, so there will be nothing to worry about on that front.”

“So, what’s the issue, Alex?” I raise an eyebrow as he looks at me. “No one is going up your ass. I’d say that’s a win.”

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